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Pea and Honey Recipes
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I Eat My Peas With Honey
And tales of derring-do.
Four lines, they can be rhyming
(That's Glow Worms to me and you).
Ending line is as usual.
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And you were Tweety Pie
I'd try to sneak up to you
And make you scream "You lied!"
I wish I had some shepherd's pie
With which to fill my tummy
With onion gravy, chips and peas
I'll have to ask my Mummy.
I wish I had a pint of ale
Tho' two would be much better
I might just spill them on my lap
Then my crotch would be wetter
I wish I were the Ace of Spades
I'd trump all other suits
And if I were hidden up a sleeve
A French croupier might shout "Zut!"
I know it wasn't very good, but that one was dying a death...
My hovercraft is full !Danger - unfinished sentence!
of ghastly little eels
It will not help me pull
That girlie in high heels.
I think I might be gay
I'll put it to the test
I'll hang around in dodgy bars
And wear a muscle vest
Would you like to go Yet another unfinished sentence - goodness me
Where no one else has gone?
Would that be quite boldly?
And then what, thereupon?

[dear nights] your 3 first lines have produced 3 splendid little ditties, bu-ut - if we're doing 'Glow Worms' correctly, they are all missing a beat, ie: Te TUM te TUM te TUM [te] TUM.
Chalky - I need to find some isinglass
My glasses all need 'issing Can't see a thing...
And then I'll need some ambergris
Ahem, And then I'll need some ambergris
Oh, dear, I think it's missing
[Chalky] Thanks for the pointer. I always was better at English Language than Literature.
I have a brand new toaster
Which has a pop-up feature
It tends to pop up far too soon
Just like Michael Meacher
My microwave has broken down
I'll have to use the grill
It's not easy to brew cups of tea
The odds are slim to nil
I climbed into my oven
To check on my soufflé
I found it rather hot in there
It melted my moufflé - go figure :-)
I'm partial to a bit of cheese
Camembert would be dandy
I rub it well into my knees [Chalky] "The loose covering around the nose and lips of deer"?
Which stops them going bandy
[Raak] Ha! [the man can read my mind]
Ha! The man can read my mind
For he is most perceptive
To understand a lady's thoughts
And make a pass pre-emptive.
I wish I were a dandelion
For I would spread my seed . . er, coat, possibly
With little floaty fluffy things
So please don't intercede
I wish I were a traffic light
I'd flash in public places
Pedestrians would stop for me
Except in special cases
I wish I were a ping-pong ball
A-bouncing to and fro
with topspin, backspin, swerve and dip
I'd get a headache though
I wish I was your car keys
A-sitting in your pocket
About to be inserted
In your neat little socket
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